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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

CAN.

So, for Women’s History Month, I would like to show you pictures of the most inspiring women and athletes I know. What they can do on the field is astounding, but that is the least of it. This is Home Brood.





Home Brood is my sister’s Ultimate team, and I have never seen anything like it. I watch Home Brood from the outside, so you’re gonna hear my interpretations of what they’re like and not actual Brood doctrine. But from what I saw, Home Brood is a group of athletes who learned on the field that together they could do whatever they decided to, and most of what they decide to do is have fun and support each other. They do things. They do all sorts of amazing things. They are lawyers and teachers and doctors and artists and engineers and philanthropists and mothers and builders and more of anything. A couple of them married each other and some of them married men and some are coupled and not married and some are single and lots have children now. They run marathons and spontaneous triathlons and play on world champion co-ed teams. They throw parties, big and small, and they always wear a dress to the party. They are a party, wherever they are. They decide to build or sew things, and when it is made it will also have glitter and sparkly decorations for structural support. Some years they have Girl Band weekend, where they all learn one song on some instrument and play it together.




They are kind to each other, profoundly kind. Many of them live within a few blocks of each other in Oakland; when a Brood baby is born they bring dinners for a week. The pediatrician shows new moms how she nursed. There is a constant flow of cards and notes and clothes; when Arly and Matt won nationals with a different team, they came home to a front door that said CHAMPS. When they noticed that one Broodie had been doing too much caretaking for her family to take care of herself, they scheduled shifts to watch her family and take her shopping and to a salon. They step in to share sad news and to help move and to advise decisions and to make fun times much funner. They chose very interwoven lives. They are and they let each other be a million different ways. But they never let each other be lonely. They count on the strength of all those women and lift together.













My sister just sent me those pictures. Her email said:

i think one of the things i like best about those pictures is that i know where every single one of those women is at today, and i could (and do) call them up at any time.

if i can i'll send you a picture from our 10 yr reunion. it's a cool picture because i don't think one single person is standing next to her S.O. or holding her own baby.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

One thing I like about those pictures: No clue whether those were taken ten years ago, or last summer.

"Picture of Health" indeed...it's in the picture, along with all of the intangibles in your post that can be seen in the eyes and postures, but not otherwise described in the photo.

A4

6:32 PM  
Blogger Pandax said...

I think it's a good example of how sports brings people together and teaches a lot of synamics about getting along. It's something I missed out on as a kid since my parents engaged me in a lot of individual rather than team sports.

8:13 AM  
Blogger ScottM said...

It sounds wonderful, but overwhelming. I enjoy people, but that's a lot of being deeply involved in a lot of people's lives. The constant gift giving, etc., would either convert me or burn me out quickly.

Yeah, I'm a strange duck.

10:43 AM  

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